Mansions

My mind is mansion in which I cannot escape

Needing to be remodeled as its bent out of shape

I feel like a stranger living inside my head

And sometimes I wonder if I'd be better off dead.

Because to feel like this drives me insane 

And I feel like no one could ever understand my pain

Because I constantly feel like it's me, I'm what's wrong

And I'm constantly waiting for you to come along 

And hug me and tell me, it's okay to be sad

But no one ever sees that this is driving me mad

I don't know what it feels like to be okay

And I like god doesn't listen anymore when I pray

Am I a sinner who's just too far gone

Or am I nothing to you in your game as your pawn

Because I feel used and abused

My heart is bruised and I'm confused

And it seems to me now that these are the ramblings of a mad man

Now I wish I could have stopped this before I began

But now that you know, I don't expect much to change

After all, it is me and my life that I need to rearrange

So now I'll go back to suffering silently

While my mind fights within itself ever so violently.

My mind is a mansion with too many rooms

With only me living in it, wearing too many costumes

Written: February 13th, 2023